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Cool autumn colors quietly dyed the autumn leaves of a tree deep in the white clouds. Yellow, red.
Autumn dusk is quiet, and a rehmannia leaf is full of gold.
Time flies, counting the hair tips blown by the breeze, fragrant red leaves, purples, purple and gold.
Autumn is thick and the autumn colors are just right.
Season, mottled yellow leaves, enter autumn. Raise the lamp and ask Qiu, who will bring me a pot of Pu 'er and incense? Who will watch the flowers bloom and listen to the flowers fall with me? Who will accompany me to drink that peace? Who sings poetry with me?
Sip time alone and make a pot of tea. Taste autumn rhyme tea, drop moshan flowers, and twist the pen to cross the mountains and mountains. It was raining silently in Mao Mao, listening to the wind blowing, thinking about autumn and falling asleep.
Autumn wind blows yellow leaves.
It is harmonious, overlapping and declining at different levels. Bundles of time open the eyebrows of yellow leaves and measure the back of the years. Looking back at the eaves where the smoke curled up, I combed the memories of the black tiles on the roof and the yellow leaves flowing in the cracks.
A beautiful autumn, a piece of Qiu Feng, a autumn water. In the faint white clouds, there are traces of Zhu Jiang's plays swimming in the autumn waves, and Sha Ou points to the blue sky, so autumn is full of poetry.
Unintentional yellow leaves, silent late autumn.